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It's Time 2 Party Lyrics

Artist: EPMD
Album: Unfinished Business

[Parrish Smith]It's time to party..."Now that I got your attention again I want to"[PMD] Party.. party.. party.. party* echoes left to right *[Erick Sermon]Get up shake your butts feel the rhythm of the cutsWalk around and strut then a brother push upand start talkin girls and boys are hawkinEPMD is live from New York andnow I'm bout to rip house straight up and jumpMove your body, as the bass pumps and thumpsThis jam, is a crowd moverFor the girl and the boy with the funky dope maneuveror for a so-called dancing machineCause this record, is strictly for the club sceneGet Off the Wall, this ain't Michael JacksonIt's eighty-nine, it's time for some actionLike dips and dope backflipswhile the girlies are movin, and groovin they hipsEnough booty, you could be waxinInstead you in the corner, maxin and relaxinGet up, and move your bodycause party people[Parrish Smith]It's time to party (4X)[Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down[Parrish Smith] Yeah"Uno, dos, tres, cuatro"...[EPMD]It's time to party (2X)[Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down[Parrish Smith]Yeah..It's Friday night, no work til MondayTo top it off you just got paidSo you step to the club, boys and girls are GQBefore you go in, you drink a brew or twoStrobelight spinnin, people grinninYou're coolin at the bar, drinkin vodka and gin andyour body gets warm, your adrenaline is flowinPeople on the dancefloor sweatin and yellin hoe andyou see this fly cutie...with crazy hips, plus a nice fine bootyYour mind gets to scheamin, you start dreaminThe liquor starts talkin, you get more self esteem andyou step to this lady, "May I have this dance?"Then she takes you in your arms and she grabs your handsAnd while the disc jockey's yelling GET UP, GET UPGET UP, GET UP, and on the dancefloorthe ladies are freakin moves, you never seen beforeCut up shirts, miniskirts, the whole worksSqueakin moves that make you squint and say"Damn that must hurt" -- stomachs are showin, aces blowinAnd while you're havin fun, spendin your dough andyou reach into your pockets, you reach deeperAnd off goes your money beeperwhich means you're runnin low on the doughSo you cool with the drinks and you limit your hoesYou grab a seat in the corner, and play low keyAskin yourself over and over how you spent a GDon't worry now, worry on MondayAnd get back on the dancefloor..It's time to party (4X)